he stands along the beach,
staring far off the distance.
staring at the setting sun,
he slowly drifts into the water.
he wanders without a thought,
just slowly wandering, aimlessly forward
he looks down, looking down below him,
he sees the waves brush against his feet,
all he feels is his hope slowly washing away.
he strides silently forward,
forward into the cold sea,
forgetting all reason,
all he feels is emptiness.
he treads further on,
turning his back on his past,
ignoring all advice,
he seeks to live a new life.
I hate you roy, i hate you roy. i hate you roy. everyone hates you. who cares about you. who cares whether you are happy or not. who cares if you are tired and having logisticial nightmares, who cares when you just want to be alone with peace and quiet. who cares. no one does, no one. no one really does care about me. all they do is show me the concern whenever i express sadness. Yet none of them really do care. No one does, never, not before not now, not in the future.
what are frens for. my best friend feels like she never existed, my cloest friends all abandon me when I really need them. who actually does care about me. who. tell me who. because there is no one. no one. NONE. Whats the point anyway, i'm just destined to be alone. no one wants to be my frens anyway.
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